Years ago I named my blog Everyday Miracles and Mayhem because there always seemed to be something going on that fit into one of those two categories. Hobby ranching just increases the odds of these things happening. While my miracles do not rise to the level of biblical proportions, they are still miracles to me. Mayhem is subjective. Since it’s my blog, I get to be the judge. Geese eating my newly planted California poppies qualifies today.
The sight of Stella, my gypsy hen roaming free, far from the safety of the chicken yard is, in my mind, mayhem.
Fields of clover are a miracle.
The fact that Diana can still run despite her recent weight gain is a miracle.
A turkey burger that actually tastes good is a miracle.
A pure white Icelandic chick is a miracle.
Six foot tall emus grooming a mammoth donkey over a fence is a miracle. Without the fence? Mayhem.
Having my Cricket scooter to ride down to the far pasture to visit with the donkeys is a miracle.
Finding bearded purple iris growing in the far pasture is a miracle.
I’ll leave you with mayhem in this first installment of the Everyday Miracle and Mayhem photoblog.
Three broody hens, stacked two high!